As the tempo rose, the slice strobe accelerated from punctuation into language. Motion trails smeared, edges aliased into jagged teeth. The crowd’s heartbeat synchronized with the visuals; bodies became metronomes. People swam inside the strobe, their outlines fragmenting into panels on a comic page, gestures sampled and replayed. For some it was ecstatic—teeth-bared, primal responses to the binary arithmetic of on/off. For others it edged into disorientation, a rapid-fire flicker that unstitched continuity and asked the eye to reconstruct a world from shards.